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The New York City Million Hoodie March in support of Trayvon Martin was held today & still going on as I type this post. If you’re not familiar with Trayvon Martin, he was a 17 year old who was murdered by a rogue crazed and racial profiling community watch member named George Zimmerman.
Zimmerman claims that he shot Martin in self defense but the evidence so far says otherwise. When police came to the scene, they found Martin armed only with a bag of Skittles and an Arizona Iced Tea. Where does self defense make sense?
Several weeks later:
- Zimmerman has not been charged
- The 911 tape has been released and it is a heartbreaker
- The Dept of Justice and FBI are now involved
- A Grand Jury is being sorted out
- Several marches and rallies are planned around the country
- Floridian officials are calling for the Sanford, FL police chief to step down
- Black men and boys are simply not safe from racial profiling
To support Trayvon Martin, I wore my hoodie. Yes, it was hot but a young man was murdered so my little discomfort meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.
This story just really makes me upset. Will things ever change?
This morning, I had the opportunity to witness Michele Norris of NPR’s “All Things Considered” give a keynote presentation at the University of Michigan’s annual Martin Luther King Jr. Symposium.
I do not know Michele, did not know what she looked like until about 6 years ago but I have loved her for the last 12+ years. It is that voice… The magic of radio. Her interesting since of humor. How she processes and conveys information to her audience. I love it all.
When I learned that she was taking a break from “All Things Considered” during this election cycle, I was bummed…. Like really. So when I saw that she was going to be in my area, I KNEW that I would be there….
As usual, I was running late & got to the address just as it was starting.
When Michele hit the stage, I actually closed my eyes for a while. It was like some kind of large live NPR episode. Kinda nerdy of me but you know how I do.
Her talk centered around activism, leadership & history. She told several family stories about her father and grandmother that were penetrating. She shared with us how her grandmother used to dress as Aunt Jemima and travel throughout the Midwest doing pancake demonstrations. She told us how in 1946 her father was attacked and shot by the police before being jailed in Birmingham after coming back from war. And much more!
The jarring thing about the stories is that she did not learn of much of her family history until her father and grandmother had passed. She linked this to “ The Grace of Silence.”
Why be silent? Can silence breed a form of activism? Does this change the dynamic of family secrets? Forbidden information???
Additionally, throughout her talk, she dropped tons of historic knowledge tied to the civil rights era & before. She mentioned Isaac Woodard, Timothy Hood, The Boswell Amendment, Smith v. Allwright, Martin Luther King Jr.’s last meal of catfish & hush puppies…
After the presentation, the audience was presented with “race cards” where we were encouraged to discuss race in six words or less. I was pretty excited about having some race cards that I could play at will.
Michele’s presentation overall was a great way to kickoff my day. I mean, it was a very good day. Spent time with friends, had a good dinner & got a new graphic design project.
This MLK Day, I stayed winning.
Now that President Barack Obama has proven for the 50-11th time that he was born as a human in Hawaii, which happens to be an American state, we can go back to reality where the sky is blue, the grass is green.
Yesterday, I got to a fever pitch with this birther bullshit & posted this:
“The people questioning Obama’s place of birth & scholastic record are proof that some people really think a Black man is not worthy of greatness. Reminds me of when Malcolm X’s schoolteacher told him that he would be nothing. Reminds me of when a high school teacher (Michelle Ries from Mackenzie, I just put you on blast bitch!) of mine told me that college was not for me.
I’m actually taking it personal.”
Racism is so institutionalized in this country to the point that some people just don’t know it when they see it. Maybe they do know & see it, but just don’t care because they feel & are privileged.
With that rant out of my system this image is a play on “Of Earth & Sky” from 2009.
The field where I photography the grassy portion of “Of Earth & Sky” is no longer there. Three weeks ago it was razed by bulldozers making way for two new charter schools. I swear I don’t know why we need more schools in this area when two closed within the last year. Will students magically appear?
My trip to NYC is going quite well. Day one – I saw Fela the Musical & was blown away! If you can get to NYC before it ends on Jan 2nd, I highly recommend seeing this show And Patti Labelle is in it. Need I say more???
Day two – I made a trip to B&H & got broke in the process but it was all good. Picked up a few things that I needed & wanted. So this means that I’m a happy camper!!!!! After making it rain in B&H, I had an awesome power lunch with some of my NY/NJ photographer friends at Bourbon Street Bar & Grill.
The lunch was set for noon & ended for hours later. It was VERY fun! [No trip is ever complete without a meet up.]
After the meet up, the family & I headed to Little Italy for a late dinner at Caffe Napoli (another favorite). Dinner was great as usual but I was looking forward to getting back to the room to decompress.
One the walk to the subway, I walked upon a fight with cab driver and some mofo on the street. Before their verbal argument ended, the guy on the streets yelled “FUCK YOU NIGGER.” When I heard that, I snapped and got all up in his grill.
I let a lot of things slide & although, he was not talking to me, he was. When ever you use that kind of language, you have to be ready to deal with the consequences & I gave it to him. One of my goals for yesterday was not shutting down a racist but I had to do it. Just had to.
During my confrontation with him, he tried to explain that he was not a racist & that he had Black friends. How many times have we heard that line???
I told him to pick up a book & was like if your people were enslaved for 300+ years he would feel differently. By the time I was done, he actually apologized.
Don’t let the light skin fool you boo cause I will check the first mutha that tries to go there!
OK, so that was that, then I get to my hotel only to have to deal with the couple next door fighting. The man was beating the woman & threw her against the wall. I could not take the screaming & her crying out NO NO NO, STOP RILEY. The kids were in shock…. I called the front desk.
Security officers came up to talk to them for a few minutes then they left. The woman stayed. The rest of the night was silent.
Talk about sticky situations…
Day three – I walked to Strawberry Fields in Central Park. It was a nice 25 block walk that was refreshing & calming. It’s something about the energy there!
I was surprised to see so many people out but the Imagine mosaic was crowded like never before with people from everywhere.
After the walk, I strolled around the park taking in the scenes & people watching. Always interesting to see a man walking a Himalayan cat while they are wearing matching crocheted outfits!
Later in the evening, I made my way to the GE Building to go to the Top of the Rock to enjoy sunset over the city. It was a cool way to send a few hours. Yes, it was cold but I was in a zone. A good space.
The evening ended with a wonderful dinner & live music at Victor’s Café. AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME.
Part way through the dinner, we started to get messages from friends & family about a huge snowstorm coming through.
Bottom line is, I will be having an additional day in this great city as I refuse to drive through a blizzard to get back to Michigan. It’s just not that deep.
Day four – I’m hoping the remainder of my time will be drama free but you know me & how I get into the most random of messes!!!
By the way, I’ve been meeting tons of celebrities!
Meet John Barr; Ypsilanti Township, Mich racist.
I met John this past Tuesday (Nov 2) when I went to my polling location to vote.
Over the last few months, I had been debating how I would vote for Mich governor. I was or torn between voting for a republican whom I felt was competent and a needed change for the state or voting for the democratic option who reminded me of Rod Blagojevich that makes my skin crawl.
Tuesday: Day One
The day of the vote I kinda just said fuck it all. I can’t vote for any of these fools. Why does it always seem like we have to choose between two evils? With that said, I decided not to vote.
Yeah, I said I decided not to vote.
OK, so now, I’m leaving work headed home and I get near my polling place and did an about face and decided to vote.
I guess karma was on my side because the location was not super busy and I got a parking space right at the door.
As I’m getting out my car, I was approached by a man passing out literature for candidates that he was supporting. Then he took it a step further and said let’s get Virg Bernero (the democrat) in the governor’s office. I explained that there was no way that I was going to vote for him.
After I made my statement, his tone changed and he started acting like he was my real daddy or something breaking down how republicans are not for us, the greater good of Negro people, how he would be better for business blah blah blah!
Then he went on to tell me that he owns a liquor store and funeral home. I was like really? Then I asked if he laid to rest any of his alcoholic customers from his store. I was just being an asshole…
Minutes later, I’m in line to vote.
I hand over my ID and the person looks me up then she hands me my voter application to get my ballot.
I then move to the ballot line, which is where John Barr and I 1st made contact.
I approach John with my ID and voter application in hand and greeted him with a hello. He extends his hands to take my information and reciprocates my greeting.
As he was looking me up, he asked “how is your gangsta’ rap group going?” Taken aback, I said excuse me. He then repeated the question looking me dead in my eyes. I then asked John what made him think that I was in a gangsta’ rap group. He exclaimed “everyone with hair like that is a gangsta rapper!”
At this point, I shouted back “are you racially profiling me as I attempt to vote? Are you serious? Do you really mean to intimidate me at the voting poll in the year 2010?”
All I got back from my line of questioning was a dumb ass blank stare that only an imbecile could give.
I then demanded to see someone in charge!!!
Moments later, a very sweet woman approached me and I explained what happened. All the while she was in utter shock. At the end of my rant, she asked me to not leave so that she could process me personally as she dismissed John.
As she handed me a ballot, she requested that I not leave so that she could get me in touch with the township clerk.
So I now have my ballot and I’m in the booth PISSED off.
As I stated before, I was going to vote for the republican gubernatorial candidate but then I started having civil rights flashbacks and said fuck that, I can’t go that way.
After the ballot was completed, I handed it back to the sweet lady (she had be to in her 70s). She thanked me for my patience and told me that the township clerk; Karen Lovejoy Roe was waiting to see me at her nearby office.
As I was leaving, I spotted John pacing back and forth. I wanted to cuss him out but I kept it moving.
Now I’m at the clerk’s office and Karen walks right up to me, introduces herself and apologizes profusely as we walked to her office.
As we talked her office, I gave my accounting of events and she listened in disbelief. After I was done, she informed me that she spoke with John and he was like yeah, I said it. Then it went a step further by him telling her that I obviously wasn’t in management because people in management don’t look like me.
Really bitch? Are you serious?
I’m just done at this point….. I stayed composed although pissed off and was like so now what.
Karen informed me that she needed to call the state elections board to see what her next move should be and that she would be in touch to keep me posted.
She then explained that this has never happened before and assured me that John would never work for her again.
So as we wrap, she makes a pitch to recruit me as a poll worker and gives me two applications. She then stated that she always needs qualified poll workers who are computer savvy.
I took the applications but in the front, back and middle of my mind, I’m like are you serious. I was just assaulted/insulted and you’re trying to recruit me. Ummmm, no boo.
Wednesday – Next Day:
I get to my day job and tell a co-worker what jumped off and she was like you need to contact the NAACP with the quickness. Before she mentioned the antiquated group I was wondered what else I needed to do.
So now it’s 930am and I call my local office and I got no answer. I then call another nearby office and got no answer. I then call then the Detroit office and got no answer.
I kept called all three offices for the next 4 hours and got NO ANSWER, just a raggedy voicemail.
On my last try at the Detroit office, I finally got someone and explained my issue. The young man requested that I hold the line………. After holding briefly, I was transferred to a voicemail box. Great another roadblock. This time I decide to leave a message.
Thursday – Two Days Later:
I get a status update from Karen telling me that she is still waiting to hear back from the state about the issue and that she would get back with me ASAP. I appreciated her call.
And still no response from the NAACP
Friday – Three Days Later:
No follow up from Karen Lovejoy Roe at all. I’m disappointed. It has been 3 days…
Still no response from the NAACP and I again made repeated calls that all went unanswered.
At this point, I’m disappointed that I have not heard back from Karen but I’m pissed the fuck off over not hearing from the NAACP.
To deal with my pissed offness, I call the state bureau of elections my damn self. Wound up talking to some guy who told me that I could send in a complaint letter or send an email detailing my experience. He then stated that if I wanted a response back that I needed to indicate that in my correspondence.
Really? I have to tell you that I want a response back? No, really? Shouldn’t you just fucking respond?
I hung up the phone frustrated and turned off.
Lastly, I posted this on the NAACP’s Facebook Page:
“I’ve been upset over the fact that I was racially profiled and intimidated at my polling location this past Tuesday by a poll worker. My frustration has been compounded after I called three local Detroit area NAACP offices whom all failed to return my call after leaving a message. Additionally, I have not been able to reach anyone in an office as the phones ring continually. This cannot be how you conduct business in 2010…”
I feel like I have no advocate, no attention etc. Just not cool!
Next election, I’m voting absentee.
For the record:
- Yeah, John did smile from me when I took the photo.
- I called the ACLU & Urban League & they were not into my issue.
I’m just saying; Fashion & diversity do not go hand in hand. Let’s not fool ourselves.
This is larger than Black models being in low representation. You see very few to other racial groups represented in magazines or on covers.
My other observation at Fashion Week was the very diverse crowd of press and show attendees. You had people from across the globe; men, women, Black/Brown, White, Yellow, gay, straight, little people, gender benders, mutha fuckas, other??? etc. Then you get into some shows and there was a total lack of diversity. Totally!
I guess I’m saying that this is not a black & white issue, it’s an overall lack of diversity & if there is going to be a conversation, it should center around that & not one group.
In fall 2007, WWD and The New York Times published pieces about the absence of black models on the fashion runways. We did our own tally of black models in fashion magazines, and came up with some shocking statistics.
At the time, we were counting black models in fashion editorials — not ads, not beauty spreads — but fashion shoots in the coveted feature well.
Here’s how many black models we found in the October 2007 issues:
Marie Claire: 1, starring solo in a 6-page fashion editorial
W: 1, appearing on 1 page of a 20-page fashion editorial
Harper’s Bazaar: 0
Have things changed, three years later? Yes and no. When looking at the September issues — September being the most important issue of the year for fashion-oriented magazines — we found that a few publications actually used black models in multi-page spreads in the feature well. Others? Not one black model got her own shoot.
New York Magazine/Fashion – Aug 30, 2010
Black Models Make Weak Showing in September Fashion Magazines
By: Amy Odell
Halle Berry is on the cover of September’s Vogue, and poses for a solo spread inside the magazine, but she’s not a model, she’s an actress. Black models appeared with greater frequency in this year’s September issues than they did in magazines a couple of years ago. But according to Jezebel, which tallied the number of black models appearing in this year’s major American September editorial features, most still aren’t landing solo editorials. Vogue cast black models for multi-model editorials, but none for her own spread. Meanwhile Cosmopolitan, Harper’s Bazaar, Lucky, and Marie Claire cast no black models for September editorials.
1992 was a big year for me. I entered the 12 grade at Mackenzie High School, I turned 18 years old & I voted for former president Bill Clinton.
Back then, all I cared about was voting for the 1st time, graduating, looking good & my little information booth job at Fairlane mall.
My mind was right up until November 5 that year when one of largest incidences of police brutality occurred in Detroit; the death of Malice Green.
I remember going to school Nov 6th and how many of my friends were saddened and outraged that another Black man was brutilized by the hands of white police officers. Men who swore to serve and protect.
Malice Green’s death ignited a powder keg of racial tension in and around Detroit. As details started to leak about the night the fatal blows ended a life things got more intense & people seemed more angry.
If you know anything about Detroit, then you know that it’s one of the most racially segregated cities in the US (Google it if you don’t believe me) and this case did nothing but present more barriers.
When I drive past the intersection of Warren & 23rd and see the mural dedicated to Malice, I have strong memories of people talking about rioting if the offending officers were convicted. The possibility of rioting was very real then considering the 1992 Los Angeles riots (remember poor Reginald Denny?) which occurred after the police officers who brutally attacked Rodney King were acquitted.
The good news is there was no riot, the officers were convicted & the city began to heal.
On the flip side of this story, I also remember being in love with Kym Worthy who was the prosecutor on the case.
It’s hard to believe this happened 18 years ago.
Malice Green was a resident of Detroit, Michigan who died while in police custody after being arrested by Detroit police officers Walter Budzyn and Larry Nevers on November 5, 1992 during a traffic stop. Both officers were later convicted for Green’s death. While Green’s autopsy showed he had crack cocaine and alcohol in his system, the official cause of death was ruled due to blunt force trauma to his head, although several other prominent neuro-pathologists ruled that Green died from an acute cocaine overdose. Green allegedly failed to relinquish a vial of crack cocaine, attempted to assault the officers, attempted to grab Nevers’ gun and resisted arrest. Nevers struck Green in the head with his flashlight approximately seven times during the struggle which, according to the official autopsy, resulted in his death. Again other neuro-pathologist ruled that his head wounds were superficial, and could not alone have caused death.
After the struggle Green was transported to a local hospital for treatment for the head injuries sustained in the struggle where he died.
A subsequent report presented by the police officers’ paid experts at their trial stated that Green died of heart failure, caused in part by an enlarged heart due to years of substance abuse, and aggravated by the struggle with police.
Green, a drug addict and career criminal, was black and the two decorated officers were white. The incident occurred only months after the Los Angeles riots of 1992, which protested the acquittal of police officers in the video-taped beating of Rodney King. Local leaders, including Detroit Mayor Coleman A. Young, may have feared a repeat of the Los Angeles riots in Detroit. Young stated that Green was “literally murdered by police” on national television less than 72 hours after the incident, before any investigation had been concluded. He also stated that the “wrong” verdict in the case could cause riots similar to those in Los Angeles after the Rodney King incident. (Source | Wikipedia)
Officers Larry Nevers and Walter Budzyn were convicted of second-degree murder in 1993 by a mostly Black jury.
Back in November 09, I was finally able to see the movie “Precious” (Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire). I had not read the book prior to seeing the film, but friends who had “warned” me about what to expect.
To put things mildly, what I was told really didn’t prepare me for what I saw. I mean I left the theater without being able to close my mouth from shock.
There were several scenes that had me about to break down in major tears but somehow I was able to keep from going there. The emotional/sexual/physical abuse, overt colorism, etc were almost too much. But… the story of a young woman fighting to survive for her sake & the sake of her children helped me make it through the movie. I was hoping that this girl who had everything against her finally won.
Once I got home, I sat down to figure out how I was going to talk about the movie & was stuck. I guess I was stuck because I felt like I was missing something. What did the movie not cover from the book. And I also wanted to know more about Precious’ friends from the “alternative.” So, at this point, I logged onto Amazon & purchased “Push.”
I’ve read the book & it filled in all of the holes that I knew were missing and I was satisfied knowing the complicated back-stories of Precious’ friends.
One thing that stuck with me through the book was this passage from chapter 1:
“I big, I talk, I eats, I cooks, I laugh, watch TV, do what my muver say. But I can see when the picture come back I don’t exist. Don’t nobody want me. Don’t nobody need me. I know who I am. I know who they say I am-vampire sucking the system’s blood. Ugly black grease to be wipe away, punish, kilt, changed, finded a job for.”
Is the book hard to read? Yes! The vernacular is written phonetically & some may struggle with that as I’ve heard.
Is the book graphic? Hell yes! The book makes the movie look like a PG rated after school special.
My favorite laughable take aways from the book not fully played out in the movie? “Cunt Bucket.” & “Hasta la vista, baby.”
“She look at me like I said I wanna suck a dog’s dick or some shit. What’s with this cunt bucket? (That’s what my muver call women she don’t like, cunt buckets. I kinda get it and I kinda don’t get it, but I like the way it sounds so I say it too.)” ~ Precious
“My muver say, “Eighty –six that bitch.” I says into the intercom. “Hasta la vista, baby.” That’s Spanish for good-bye but when niggers say it, it’s like, kiss my ass.” ~ Precious
Without a doubt, “Push” is a MUST read, if you’ve seen or want to see the movie “Precious! The short novel fills in the missing links & believe me there are many. This is surprising because the book is a quick 192 pages compared to the 110 minute movie.
Flash forward one mo’ gin’ (Negro Dialect)>>>>>>>>>>>>
This past Monday I attended a MLK symposium talk sponsored by the University of Michigan titled “Push, Literacy, Women, and African American Literature” given by poet & novelist Sapphire.
Sapphire coming to town was too much like right! While at the talk, I planned on getting my book autographed & asking some of the pressing questions on my mind regarding the movie & book.
After the very exciting session was said & done, I wasn’t able to get my book signed but I did get the chance to ask two of my three questions which are addressed in the audio link here.
I wish I could have asked my 3rd question regarding the content on 111 para 4. I just wanted to be sure that what I read was what I read & not what I was thinking it was.
A few of my Tweets from the Talk:
- I’m at the Sapphire lecture & the hall is almost at standing room only. Wow! http://twitpic.com/yoj1t http://twitpic.com/yoj1h
- Sapphire is reading from “Push.” I’m loving this!
- White people are leaving the Sapphire’s talk. I guess they cannot handle her reading from “Push.” Interesting!
- Standing in line to ask Sapphire a question. http://twitpic.com/yow8y
- I actually talked with Sapphire. Posting audio later. I’m excited!!!!
- Sapphire just read this woman who tried to read her. Shit!!!
- Male rape victim now at the mic talking to Sapphire. Wow!
- The line was way too long to get my book signed by Sapphire but I was able to get a photo. Yes! http://twitpic.com/yp4kx
Did you see the movie, read the book or both? What are your thoughts?
The last week, has been heavy since the news of the 7.0 earthquake in Haiti. The images alone haunted my dreams fro days. The concern over what would happen to my brothers & sisters in the Diaspora in the wake of chaos, destruction & panic broke my heart, as I’m sure is the case with most people who watch and wait for the slightest bit of good news.
The only thing that I knew to do immediately was donate cash for this cause & that was easy. I sent a text message to 501501 with the word Yele. Later, Suite Suzy went online & made a larger donation to the same organization.
Yes, these are small donations but every dollar adds up quickly. So I encourage you to act with a cash donations ASAP.
Here are a few links:
- American Red Cross
- Direct Relief International
- Doctors Without Borders
- Food for Poor
- Heart to Heart International
- International Rehabilitation Forum
- International Rescue Committee
- Partners in Health
- Save the Children
- World Food Programme
- Yele Haiti
As I stated on Twitter earlier this week: “I hate to be the bearer of bad news but prayers don’t deliver food, aid, medicines or missing loved ones. Cash will make all of the above happen. I’m just saying.
On a similar but somewhat related note, I’d like to address Pat Robert’s most ignorant statement to date. In case, you missed it, that fool said… What, you can see for yourself in the video below followed by two on point rebuttals.
I’d like to say Pat Robertson; you have officially been checked bitch!
One a final note, I spotted this very witty note from the devil to Pat Robertson written by Lily Coyle, of Minneapolis on NPR’s website today.
“Dear Pat Robertson,
I know that you know that all press is good press, so I appreciate the shout-out. And you make God look like a big mean bully who kicks people when they are down, so I’m all over that action.
But when you say that Haiti has made a pact with me, it is totally humiliating. I may be evil incarnate, but I’m no welcher. The way you put it, making a deal with me leaves folks desperate and impoverished.
Sure, in the afterlife, but when I strike bargains with people, they first get something here on earth — glamour, beauty, talent, wealth, fame, glory, a golden fiddle. Those Haitians have nothing, and I mean nothing. And that was before the earthquake. Haven’t you seen “Crossroads”? Or “Damn Yankees”?
If I had a thing going with Haiti, there’d be lots of banks, skyscrapers, SUVs, exclusive night clubs, Botox — that kind of thing. An 80 percent poverty rate is so not my style. Nothing against it – I’m just saying: Not how I roll.
You’re doing great work, Pat, and I don’t want to clip your wings — just, come on, you’re making me look bad. And not the good kind of bad. Keep blaming God. That’s working. But leave me out of it, please. Or we may need to renegotiate your own contract.
Decedents: 2010 Haiti earthquake victims
After reading Senator Harry Reid’s [“unintentional“] racist comment, I went into blank stare mode, then snapped out & went straight into no that mutha fucka didn’t mode. In case you’ve been under a rock, this fool said privately that he believed Barack Obama was well suited to a presidential run because he is a “light-skinned” African American “with no Negro dialect, unless he wanted to have one.”
First, of all, it’s clear that there is a fear/dislike of the dark skinned Black. Reid’s statement & many echoed around news outlets, blogs etc have led me to believe that all of these incidences of unintentional racism go to the core of beliefs held by many white Americans.
I don’t know how many times today I’ve heard that Barack Obama would have not been our president had he been darker. Sounds like some Willie Lynch shit to me. Is a light Negro less dangerous & friendlier than a dark Negro?
Truth be told, if our ancestors were not raped and… No, I won’t go there, that’s another blog post.
Second, what the fuck is a “Negro dialect?” I’ve been searching for that meaning all weekend! And how does Reid know who has the ability to turn said dialect on & off? Is the ability to turn it on & off based on skin complexion?
Dictionary.com defines dialect as – a variety of a language that is distinguished from other varieties of the same language by features of phonology, grammar, and vocabulary, and by its use by a group of speakers who are set off from others geographically or socially.
Black Americans, just like any other group on this country are now homogeneous. And the last time I polled, my Negro friends, 94.254% of them sounded like my white friends. I’m just saying.
So now people, mainly republicans are calling on Reid to step down. I’m actually torn on this; not sure if he straight up needs to go or if he needs a verbal bitch slap from the top down; starting with the Black Messiah (Barack Obama) himself. Well, I guess that verbal bitch slap from the Black Messiah won’t be coming. He just feels that Reid used “inartful language.”
Lastly, I have an issue with the Congressional Black Caucus unequivocally backing Reid. Where’s the out rage in our “Black” leaders on Capital Hill?
Now: Do I dare broach the subject of a white man claiming that he’s blacker than a Black man? A nasty looking white man, who’s a disgrace to the state of IL, politics in general & possibly his race thinks that he’s blacker than a Black men; the man running this fucking nation? I think not!
Obama may be a lot of things, but one thing is, he is undeniably is the quintessential Black man in every fashion.
This fool Rod
Blababitch Blagojevich said to Esquire magazine:
“I’m blacker than Barack Obama. I shined shoes. I grew up in a five-room apartment. My father had a little Laundromat in a black community not far from where he lived. I saw it all growing up.”
Since when does shining shoes give a white man a ghetto pass? Shit, I play golf but that doesn’t make me white, or wanted on the golf course. Actually, I don’t play golf; I just want to make a point.
Honestly, I can’t even be mad at Blagojevich for his dumb ass comment. It’s clear that he’s struggling to remain relevant & in the news. What better way to attempt that by saying something so over the top. Creating this controversy gave this fool another three minutes on his fading fifteen minutes of fame. I guess his upcoming appearance on “Celebrity Apprentice” wasn’t enough.
I’ll tell you; today, I suffered the biggest racial tension headache that I’ve experienced since Don
Dumb Imus said with pride; “Them some nappy headed hoes.”
Something tells me that this ad is a little more than racist. I don’t think Australia in general will ever get it. Am I tripping?
From the talking heads of KFC
“It is a light-hearted reference to the West Indian cricket team. The ad was reproduced online in the US without KFC’s permission, where we are told a culturally-based stereotype exists, leading to the incorrect assertion of racism. We unequivocally condemn discrimination of any type and have a proud history as one of the world’s leading employers for diversity.”